MEME: Apocalypse Drabbles

[girlalmighty]

Tag your characters into the meme, and leave each other either prompts or drabbles, as the mood moves you. What would happen to your characters and others in the event of an apocalypse? (The kind of apocalypse is wholly up to you.)

Of course, we all know sometimes the inspiration just isn't there, so try not to take it personally if someone just doesn't get to your prompt. The more prompts you give, the more likely you are to get!

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[uncannyaim]

"Stop squirming," Andrea hisses, knowing that even if she sits on Spike, it won't stop him from moving if he really wants to. He's a lot stronger than she is, which becomes more obvious every day. The machines are too big for her, too heavy to move even once they've been deactivated, but Spike kicks them aside sometimes like they're nothing more than tin cans. So far, he's the best person to be with, so Andrea makes sure to stick close.

"Well, it bloody hurts," he hisses back as she finally gets another of the bullets out of his shoulder. There's blood pouring down his side, but it's the last one and she leans back, reaching for some of their clean clothes to press against the wounds.

"I know it hurts, but you asked me to take them out for you," she points out. This isn't the first time they've had this argument, it likely won't be the last. He gets hurt, she patches him up at his request and he bitches at her while she does. It's as close to tradition as they have.

When Spike rolls over again, she's not surprised to find him grinning.

"You love this," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Something satisfying about fighting the good fight, isn't there, love?" he asks, even though that's not quite it anymore and they both know it. It's both more and less than that and Andrea isn't even sure how many people there are left to fight for. She's about to say this when Spike touches her hand. "Let's just leave it at that," he says and she nods.

It gives them something both to hope for, she figures.